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The Shiner

I picked her up to comfort her. That’s howI earned my latest injury this year.Her toddler head collided with my brow,and overnight a shiner did appear.It’s like I’m wearing purple shadow now –my outer upper eyelid has a smearof bruise … Continue reading

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Cover Up

For over 16 years, this eastern wallhas kept a neighbor’s yard from seeing me.I’ve heard the tenants rowdy, and recallthe time a beer can landed on my deck.But mostly it’s disturbed me not at all,until the owner shared his building … Continue reading

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On Terrestrial Television

I do not miss terrestrial TV(I read the term first-time a week ago).I disconnected very happilylast summer – now I’m streaming every show.The landline left my land – all calls are freefrom wires anywhere a cord can go.For dear as … Continue reading

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Schedule

I used to be at work from 8 to 6.I did a lot each weekday that transpired.And many said I loved my work/life mixso much, I’d never call myself retired.But they misunderstood how task addictsarrange our days – they didn’t … Continue reading

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Walllove

Infatuated with a wall,my admiration grew to love.I bought the right to see it allmy days, and though I look aboveat ceiling lines that I adore,and out through glass at quiet green,and underfoot at oaken floor,this wall is still my … Continue reading

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Optatives

Oh let me learn from her how not to act,and even as my finger joints get gnarly,let me cultivate the skill of tact,and never let my visage be so snarly.As far back as my memory extendsher choices have repulsed me, … Continue reading

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Support

My new best friend’s a pillow that I boughta bit after a visit, where I trieda version that my yogi daughter soughtas gift a year ago. The buckwheat hullsconform to where my muscles have been fraught(unnoticed till I felt their … Continue reading

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The Bad Trip

I took a trip and landed on the ground.My left knee and my elbow felt the pain.I must have moved too fast – that’s how I foundmyself on old concrete. I saw the stainof blood on jacket sleeve, and knew … Continue reading

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Laissez-(Un)faire

Laissez-faire describes my oldest friend.She even brags about how lax she is –not checking messages companions send;forgetting set appointments, dropping in(she knows they know she’s got the cash to spend);misplacing but not learning from a loss.She’s now annoyed a youngster … Continue reading

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Noticing

The first job for intelligence, I thought,is finding happiness. That’s what I wantfrom genius (and it’s also how I sought).If not, you’re just an idiot savant.Likewise, I’ve long expected artful mindsto notice what exists with every sense –to be attentive … Continue reading

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